There I was laying in a lush green meadow, enveloped within the leaves of tall grass, wet with moisture from the morning dew… and in willful surrender to the divine…
A lovely man with long dark hair wearing a white Indian Sherwani and sandals, walked up to me….
Hello, he said… I answered in kind…
And may I ask who you are?
His answer rolled off his tongue like a hand gliding over velvet… Your lover …
and at this we both laughed nervously…
Snidely, I asked…from where do you hail…
No where really…he replied
And why would you say, you are my ….
…Because I have been smitten by your sunset orange color…
But you see? I asked…
yet no answer…
Inwardly, I though that “no where” must be far away and he is not the usual sort of man I tend to magnetize. Yet, something in his way…
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